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"I am Lord Raiden, God of Thunder, and Protector of the Realm of Earth. You, Oorah, also happen to resemble the mortal actor Sylvester Stallone, who plays John Rambo in a series of action films."

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"Yes," said Labelas Enoreth. "One of my fellows here was a god of wind named Fujin. I believe he sealed himself inside an artefact in the end of the upheaval."

He looked around. "I think that all of you have been brought here for a reason - this world is mostly barren, thanks to the battle between two of the old gods - Alduin, the Eater of Worlds, and Czernaborg, the dark god." He paused.
"You must learn from our mistakes," he said, sounding old and sad. "You must not fall to infighting like we did."

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

"You do not think I know that? I am not imbecilic, like most portrayals of Ares."
Turing to the other god, he said:
"What are we to do? What is this world?"

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

The spectacle began with a small gust of wind, not much unlike other gusts that blew through this ruined world. What differentiated this gust from the others was that it did not seem to blow in a certain direction, but rather, away from a certain point. Soon the wind slowly began to increase in it's reach, intensify in it's speed. As the wind grew to a small maelstrom, a few sparks of energy began to flash among the particles of dust thrown about. Electromagnetic reactions of the pieces being assembled in that space. Soon, more sparks began to flash with increasing frequency, intensifying alongside the wind. The Maelstrom of wind, dust and sparks climaxed in a brilliant flash of blue light and small rumble of atomic thunder. As the wind and sparking quickly died down, a glowing nude blue man descended gracefully to the ground. The american god had arrived.

Jon Osterman gazed at the barren land around him. It was a planet bearing an almost clean slate of dust, just like he expected. But Jon knew this was not the planet he had aimed for. The dust settling to the ground was not of that world, and the atmosphere contained an almost earthlike percentage of oxygen; to say nothing of the many materials of ruined civilization littering the world's surface and massive moon of metal hanging in orbit.

A miscalculation of my teleportation perhaps? he thought, staring bemusedly at the metallic moon. He had considered teleporting to the moon out of curiosity when suddenly.

Jon Osterman. Superhero of atomics Dr. Manhattan. You have been chosen

The voice left as soon as it spoke. Jon was further puzzled and somewhat startled at this sudden information. That someone would actually be capable of summoning him against his own will was enough cause for amazement and concern, but he could also detect no presences to have even spoken to him in this area. Jon knew nothing about his current predicament. All he knew was that in 17 seconds he would be conversing with gods of thunder, nature, time, war, hope and chaos.

Getting a feel for the flow of physics in this strange new world, he felt a strange presence at one part of it, or rather, presences. He figured that if he were to get answers from anywhere, it would be from here. Concentrating on the position, he quickly began calculating the quantam physics for his teleportation swiftly in his mind. In a bluish flash, he was gone, and in another, he stood within the group of confused gods

edited 7th Jan '12 12:06:47 PM by SonofMelonHead

"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls

Randy folded his arms, slipping a glance toward Raiden and then to Ohja. The only one to even have a similar appearance was a girl that just walked forward to meet the group. "Hello there!" he said with a smile, extending a hand out to shake the teenage girl's own. "My name is Randy, what's yours?"

"By the Elder Gods..." said Raiden. "That's where Fujin went off to! He disappeared, ended up here, and..." The Thunder God's voice trailed off. "I should explain. Fujin was my closest ally in my old pantheon."

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The strange girl, having realised that someone had tried to interact with her, merely tilted her head quizically at Randy's hand. Her smiling face changed to one of confusion so quickly and abruptly that it seemed like someone had simply changed a slide on a projector beaming onto her face rather than it changing through any effort of her own.

She held her hands out to her side as though she was about to hug the boy, but instead of doing that she caused what looked like two words in some strange runic script, its meaning unknown to anyone who would try to decipher it. It was in no alphabet known on Earth, that was for sure.

"...Kriemhild... Gretchen."

Her voice was ethereal and not all there, but at the same time melodic and possessing a certain vague warmth to it. After stating her name, she instantly switched back to the blank smile and let out another hollow giggle.

edited 7th Jan '12 12:16:06 PM by Moerin

The boy narrowed his eyes to the script that had appeared before him. A glance to the letters and then a glance to the girl.

Kriemhild Gretchen

A deep breath and the boy stood tall. He ran a hand through his short hair, afteward letting out an empty sigh. "Oh well, this can kill time I guess." he said as he placed his hands in his pockets.

"So what's going on here?" Randy shifted his body from the puppet girl to Raiden.

"We have all been pulled from our own universes," said Raiden, "into this one. Once, another group of gods like us was assembled here, but they have all gone dormant. It is now up to us to restore this world."

edited 7th Jan '12 12:51:15 PM by TestYourMight

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Sheogorath had been idly tracing patterns in the sand with his cane, briefly glancing at Labelas at the mention of Alduin.

"Well now, that's a thing for a fella to keep in mind, no mistake..."

Upon the end of his teleportation to the group, the first thing he noticed was the fresh and healthy grass that he stood within. Jon was no gardener, but he knew the likeliness of such bountiful life existing on this world unaided was low. He felt he could attribute such a feat to none other than the beings he stood before now. Indeed, within these people, Jon could sense a resonance that, while different in their own ways, were similar to what he could sense from himself. Such could only suggest beings on an equal plane of existance to him.

"I see." he said tuning into their conversation and hearing Raiden's proclamation. "So then it was all of you who summoned me here?"

edited 7th Jan '12 1:18:35 PM by SonofMelonHead

"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls

"No," said Raiden. "I was summoned just as mysteriously as you were."

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"But who could possibly behind this little get-together? Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall!"

"I know of nothing that could have stolen me from my universe." Gaia stroked the feathers of the dove she carried, gazing at them as though they held all answers. "But nonetheless, we have been brought here for a reason. To restore this ruined land..." She closed her eyes, focusing her thoughts, and grass began to bloom farther out, more trees sprouting from it.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

"I do not believe we can be certain that is the intention of whatever brought us here until we have proof." Jon said to Gaia. "Nevertheless, I have recently wished to try my hand at creating a world. I thought it would be... interesting." He turned to the ever expanding greenery and stroked his chin as he watched it grew. "To create life at such a rapid pace." he remarked "Most interesting. I trust you shall not forget to balance out your ecosystem."

"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls

"Restore this dull ball? A sparky man in a silly hat, a tree-hugging plant lady, a one-eyed elf, a disinterested youth, a half-empty girl, a meathead, a naked blue man and yours truly... all walked into a bar, and the bartender says, "I'm sorry, I can't serve yeh here unless you're wearing a tie." 'So I ripped out his entrails and skipped rope with 'em! And when I got there, he had 13 monkeys!"

The Madgod laughed uproariously.

"Ah, the old ones are always the best!"

Raiden raised an eyebrow at the Madgod's "joke."

"You remind me of Kochal," said Raiden. "He was my old pantheon's god of Chaos. He, like his mortals, the Chaosrealmers, were prone to make jokes like that. They also healed by breaking their own bones."

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"Was that supposed to be a joke, or are you just incredibly stupid?" Asked Gaia, eyes narrowing a moment before she turned back to the glowing blue man.

"I always make sure that nature is in harmony. That no creature overtakes the others, though such is a difficult task with humans."

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

"And you Mr. Sparky remind me of Kynareth the Aedra of the elements. Only you're nowhere near as comely as she. But you do have a MUCH better taste in fashion. Can I have your hat?"

He feigned an exaggeratedly hurt expression at Gaia's words.

"Ahhh, indulge an old Daedra lookin' for a slice of fun pie, won'cha? 'Tis all in the name of harmless merriment!"

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"Sadly, no," said Raiden. "But I will make one for you as soon as I have the means."

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Jon furrowed his eyebrows at Sheogorath. He and his sick joke unpleasantly reminded him of the Comedian, though this one seemed to have a slightly more... unpredictable air about him. He thought it best to appease this being for now, try to encourage friendly terms among the many immortals of power capable of ripping this world asunder.

"I can make you one right now if you wish." He offered the strange god.

"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls

"So could I, but it just wouldn't be the same."

Jon cocked an eyebrow and took a mental note to be cautious of the strange being.

Noting the presence of small animals within the current area, now a flourishing forest, Jon turned to the group before him. "At any rate, I do not believe I have had proper introductions with each of you." He said. "My name is Jon Osterman. What would you're names be?"

edited 7th Jan '12 10:10:36 PM by SonofMelonHead

"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls

"The name is Randy." is all he said to Jon's question. He had no real name or origin, he just went by such a simple name to understand. Why have something like Nyarlathotep? "I'm an Elder God that... a God that..." he forgot what he even governed and why he was a God in the first place. He shrugged, "I'm here, proof enough."

"Names? Names? Names are arbitrary, but you can call me... Anne Marie! Wait, no... call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed."